What a great picture, hunh? Both children sleeping. I can take a quick picture, make some coffee, and sit on the porch in quiet and read for a little while.
Until. . . I move the little one to his bed. He realized that he wasn't napping on top of Mama today. He was wailing before I made the coffee. I moved him to the living room so he wouldn't wake his sister. He seemed happy for all of five minutes. Then the wailing, again. I choose to ignore it.
So I am thankful for the backhoe working two yards up while I read my Bible. And now I stubbornly write away on the porch. He is so cute and little, if I go in I might give in.